Chapter 671 One Becomes Two (Additional Update for Those with a Monthly Ticket of 1,000)
"What's your name, Zera ONE? That's a bad name, I'll call you Zera Two." Zhao Mai let out a weird laugh, and an inexplicable feeling of pride was mixed in the laughter. "From now on, when you call me your name, you will use Zeratul. Whenever I call you Zeratul, I will be looking for you."
The situation was stronger than the man's, so the elf had no choice but to agree. Now he had a deeper understanding of what the Black Feet of Mordor represented. When the lightning-fast punch struck, he could barely see a shadow. As for the two arrows from the longbow, their power and speed are truly astonishing, not to mention their skill. If someone among the elves can reach the same level in one of the aspects, he can be called a strong master, but it is extremely rare to reach both at the same time.
But there was one thing he couldn't figure out. He looked at Zhao Mai's bow for a long time, and always felt that it was just an ordinary orc weapon, nothing special. After all, archery is not like throwing a javelin. The initial velocity of the arrow needs to be supported by the endurance and explosive power of the bow string. There is an upper limit to the power of an arrow without breaking the bow string. The two arrows fired before were not as powerful as the orc bow.
He told his sister about the situation and she shared the same view. "There is such a strong guy among the orcs, which is a serious threat to both elves and humans. The skills he uses in archery are unprecedented. He must not be allowed to teach other orcs, otherwise the elves' advantage will be gone."
"You mean we have to find a way to get rid of him?"
"Sooner or sooner, but certainly not now." The female elf pointed at the hell dog following Zhao Mai: "I can feel it. The creature is very alert and it is difficult to find an opportunity to attack. Don't be around it. Show obvious hostility and continue to cover it up with fear, otherwise it will definitely sleep poorly. And we have to reach the south first. There are relatively few orcs near the Inner Sea of Nunn, which is more suitable for our actions."
Zeratul nodded, his sister's thinking was always very clear and correct. A team of people performed a mission in Mordor. They became more and more immersed in the pleasant feeling of destroying the orcs, and gradually forgot about the mission. Only the sister remained alert. Without her reminder and persistence, he would not have given up on the trap operation that resulted in the death of all others.
The dark power of Mordor makes everyone prefer fighting, killing, deceiving and the feeling of mastering everything, which slowly corrodes people's hearts, even the star elves who focus on self-progress and self-criticism, and regard introspection and mutual learning as their creed. . Zeratul lowered his head and pushed the cart hard. Physical fatigue was nothing. It was important to have food along the way. It was even more important to have a clear mind to organize his thoughts.
"Do you think we can still complete the mission and find the lost Maiya?" He lowered his voice and asked his sister, but the question was covered up by the squeaking of the axle and the heavy breathing of others, and no one heard it except himself. .
Melkor, the first generation of Dark Lord, was exiled to the void. After that, the gods (Valar) decided to send five lesser gods (Maia) to assist the creatures of Middle-earth, continue the process of creation, and play great music. The five Maia were both guides and learners. They were voluntarily sealed with most of their powers, including almost all the memories of Valinor. With the friendship and love of the gods for the creatures of Middle-earth, they embarked on this journey. piece of land.
They are called wizards and wise ones (Wizard), and they come in two groups, wearing white robes (Saruman), blue robes (Alata and Parandor), gray robes (Gandalf) and brown robes (Rui). Dagaste). After Saruman and the two Blue Robes came to Middle-earth, they decided to set off for adventure in the distant East. After a long time, only Saruman came back alive, and he said nothing about what happened in the East. No one knows the ending of the robe.
Star elves observed the stars in the sky, looking for the astral path to the truth, and accidentally received a prophecy. The disappeared Maiya will return, recreate the reality with the missing Elf King, and end the suffering of the world. The star elves interpreted this as meaning that the two blue-robed mages might return from the east and reveal the secrets of a distant, mysterious and inaccessible place. So they sent three ten-man teams to the eastern border to greet them, and his ten-man team was responsible for the most dangerous southeast direction, which was Mordor.
He began to despair about this task, but he was able to persevere only because he shared his sister's hope. The current situation is very bad, just like the cart they are pushing, it seems that it will fall apart at any time, and every meter on the road seems to be struggling. If the cart is broken up, they will have to carry food on their shoulders and hands, which greatly reduces the carrying capacity. They could not go far and would either die of exhaustion or starvation.
"Stop and rest." Zhao Mai waved his hand and pointed to a big stone standing on the roadside. "I think that shadow is nice, push the car over there!"
Duchart pulled the front of the car with his hand, and the slave behind pushed hard, moving the car away from the road and moved it to the side. Strangely enough, as soon as the car stopped, I heard wolf howls in the distance, mixed with the cries of other creatures.
Encountering wolves in the wilderness is quite dangerous, especially for this group of slaves. Even if everyone defeats the wolves and keeps the food, the fight will inevitably leave wounds, and these wounds are the source of death. Zeratul strained his ears to listen, judging from the sound that the wolves were ahead, crossing the road from right to left. Within a few miles, the only cover was the big rocks around him, and there was no cover anywhere else.
The wind direction changed, and the wolves were downwind, which was not conducive for the group to cover up the scent. Zeratul glanced at Zhao Mai secretly and found that he narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his fingers trembled. Something strange happened. The wind direction immediately reversed completely, and the wolves became upwind. It was almost impossible for them to smell the scent of the group of people.
At this moment when the wind blows, there is a pleasant smell inside, which makes him feel like he has returned to the forest and to the sparkling lake. How could Mordor have such fresh air full of vitality? He wondered if he was hallucinating?
"Shut up if you don't want to die." Zhao Mai said: "Whoever lures the wolf here, I will feed it to the wolf! Don't be idle, a bunch of idiots, start eating, they will be on the road soon! Remember not to lick your lips !”
And he sat on the big rock and ate nothing, looking at the wolves in the distance with bright eyes. At that moment, the Elf brothers and sisters no longer felt that Blackfoot was a slave master, but a trustworthy sentinel who was doing his duty to care for and protect them.
Star elves do not pursue art like other elves, but pursue the truth hidden under the fog. The two of them looked at each other and knew that their thoughts had been conveyed to each other's hearts. Then they took small bites of the meat pie and continued to observe Zhao Mai secretly.
Then they noticed that the car around them was slowly recovering, and the cracked wood was healing. This was the reason why the car had not fallen apart so far. But what causes this phenomenon? Could it be the guy standing guard on the big rock?